Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahrain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Steve Hackett to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.